1. My mother is a futanari witch ... again. Part zero. Introductory
  2. My mother is a futanari witch ... again. Part one
  3. My mother is a futanari witch ... again. Part one and a half, transitional
  4. My mother is a futanari witch ... again. Part two
  5. My mother is a futanari witch ... again. Part Two: Continued
  6. My mother is a futanari witch ... again. The part is two-half. Sudden Critical
  7. My mother is a futanari witch ... again. Part Three Third first

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the shout of the unfolded curator prevented them better than them:

- Follow me. Keep. Those who are guilty will be punished, but everyone is equally guilty.

- And how will they punish? - timidly asked a tall thin red-haired boy.

- You will not like. No one will like it. Mrs. on educational work well recognized you, for the days that you hung naked on any stretch marks. I do not know how, but she will do exactly what will be most unpleasant for you. Whether you are a sadist, masochist, exhibitionist, narcissus, saint or gray mouse. So do not chat and move. We are being watched right now. And do not turn heads, this is a minus for behavior.

Almost all frightened drooped. I did not. It suddenly dawned on me that they could exclude me, and then everything would return to normal. I'll be back home and forget all this, like a bad dream. Even my hands itched something, but I decided to wait for the introductory lesson. First you need to learn how to.

The door to the audience in which the introductory lesson was held was the seventeenth, if you count from the shower, the door in a series of identical white double doors located on the left hand side of us. She proudly glistened with a gold sign with a black number 1. Slightly away, gaped a passage to the staircase along which we climbed here.

The curator stopped in front of the door and waited until everyone stopped and the conversations that began during the journey would subside.

- Doors open only on themselves. Do not delay the door without need. Pass through the door quickly. And most importantly: do not leave the doors open. Clear? This will be followed by the most severe punishments, from those that I know. Come on, ”the curator opened the doors and stepped back so we could stop by. The twins were the first to enter, Ling followed them, and we ended up in an ordinary audience. Well, as usual. Cream-colored walls, an amphitheater for desks, a podium for the teacher, a chair shifted slightly to the side, a sample table and a huge dark green board. I have never seen anything like it in those schools where I studied myself, but films about students showed the audience exactly like that.

Having let everyone in, the curator followed and closed the door behind him. At the same time, the door located next to the pulpit opened, and through it a magnificent ... very ... oh, very magnificent ... Let us be honest: a fat woman squeezed into the door. Despite my tall stature, I could not call her anything else. Huge legs, bulging belly, sagging breasts, arms, seemingly thin in comparison, flabby cheeks, smooth facial features, all said about excess weight. And the bronze color of the skin and the narrow slit of the eyes indicated a Mongoloid race. She was dressed in a red loose dress with poor embroidery. Black hair gleaming greasyly was gathered into a short braid that barely descended below the shoulders.

“Children, sit down,” the woman said in an unusually pleasant voice. “My name is Leletki, I will be your very best lady.” I promise not to be too strict, but know that I will not tolerate any pranks. If you notice how your friend makes some kind of prank, be sure to tell me. For this, I promise to reward you with dignity. If you have seen, but you will not say, then I will have to punish everyone whom I consider to be involved. If the violation is committed by your roommate, and you do not notice anything, then you will still be punished, because you can’t be nothing.We are all one big family here, and especially those who live nearby. Be attentive to each other and try to bring love and care between you. Remember that everything that happens in these walls is to your advantage! - because of the fat folds, it was difficult to catch anything of the emotions on her face, except for a soft, wide smile. Tracing the expression and direction of her eyes was also not possible, but she was strangely disposed towards herself. In a strange way ... Already sitting at the desk, I shook my head and sniffed. Yes, it was. Smell again and again another. This time the salty smell, fresh. Smelled the sea. There were many smells, but there were two main ones: the sea and the cold. I looked at Leletka again, - ... you can read in the school charter. In the corridor you will find a stand with lists of faculties, your distribution, schedule of classes and other additional trifles. For any question please contact me, I will always be happy to help you. There will be no assignments today, but you must visit all the teachers to meet you, ”she said easily and without compulsion. It became clear to me through the confusion, or how it can be called that Leletki is in fact a kind and pleasant woman. It is possible that she will treat us with excessive care, but only from the best prompted.

Leletki clapped her hands and stepped out from behind the pulpit. Then I realized that I underestimated its growth. She probably had 185 centimeters, if not 190. Her shoes were simple, without a heel, which gave even more significance to this fact. In our course there was no one who would be at least one height with her.

- Now important! Your curator, Domzor, the curator who leaned against the wall in the back row, indifferently lowered his eyes to the floor. Surely he had time to acquaint you with the rules of the doors. Doors always open only on themselves, pass quickly and never leave open. And I will teach you the rule of employment. Although you cannot be late for class, you cannot attend two classes at once. Although it might seem to you that the time in the corridor has stopped, it goes, just in a different way. And, having visited the first occupation, you will leave absolutely in other corridor. Returning through the same door, you will get to a different audience. Use the bathroom before class in advance so as not to leave the audience ahead of time, because you will not be able to return. Do not leave things in the hallway. They will go to the Lady Mistress and you will have to try very hard to get them back. Do not think that Mrs. evil, but she is too strict. I hope you remember everything that I said and you will have no problems with discipline. And now about studying. I will guide you the rules of conduct and the basis of etiquette. Of course, the classes will be completely different for different faculties, but I hope that if you have a free couple, you will look into my class, and not into a recreation area or a first-aid post. And if you have a free pair immediately after my classes, then you are welcome to my private office for a cup of tea. Believe me, you will not be disappointed. And now: get up! Bow. Good day to all. Domzor, please.

The curator, in his usual manner, stood with his back to the door and waited patiently until the course was ready. This time I stood in the tail of the queue to calmly look around. The curator’s warning about punishment didn’t bother me much - what could be worse after all? It wasn’t that I really hated this school, on the contrary, it even seemed to me intriguing, but to sit for a couple of days in a punishment cell tied up without food didn’t seem like something really terrible.

We went out into the corridor and immediately turned to the right, towards the shower. I glanced to my left and noted: there was no passage to the corridor. In its place stood a stand with posted lists, tables and announcements.

- Then you look at your faculties, you will have enough time. Now we’ll go through the teachers, ”Domzor said loudly and headed for the next door, marked, naturally, by the number 2. After the entrance ritual, Domzor stayed outside and closed the door behind us. The audience looked exactly the same.The teacher, who ascended to the department, was almost the complete opposite of Leletka - tiny, fragile, she was hardly taller than 160 centimeters tall. The hair on the head was gathered into a complex bunch and fastened with dark kanzashi pins. Milky-white skin, big blue eyes and pointed features, subtle, but sharp, makeup and black with white kimono patterns, belted with saffron ribbon glowed with cold beauty. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the devoted expression on Ling's face, looking in her direction. She looked amazing, fascinating, and I immediately sniffed, but, apart from the smell of soap and shampoo that surrounds our group, I did not catch anything. Then ... Read more →

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